Thursday, March 6, 2014
Yesterday, at the end of a day where being a corporate cog made me feel more robot than human, I took the dog for a ball-chase in the park and then stopped by my local discount grocer to procure the basis for dinner. Like candy for kids in the check-out aisle, they had a display of cheap flowers next to the "Line Starts Here" sign. I caved.
There is something pop culture romantic about carrying out a paper bag of groceries that has a bunch of flowers sticking out of the top. I snapped this picture when I put the bag down and I laughed at myself a little. For a split second I got to pretend I was the dreamy ingenue headed home in some Capote story and it made me feel much more human than robot.